*after an intense battle; everyone on the field is “dead” and two enemy nin walk around, surveying the damage*
Nin 1: That was some fight, huh?
Nin 2: I guess. Shit that we lost everyone though.
Nin 1: Yeah but we were able to take out some Akatsuki members, from what it looks like. That counts for something.
Nin 2: Yeah I guess; I —
*voices are heard approaching; the two nin hide behind some trees*
Deidara, walking around with Tobi: Oi, Hidan?! Where the fuck are you?!
Hidan’s Head: Over here, asshole! Get me out of this damn tree!
Tobi: *gingerly takes Hidan’s head out of a branch* Hidan-Senpai, you got really messed up. Your body is all over the place!
Hidan: Blame Deidara! Blame Mr.-I-Think-Exploding-Myself-Is-The-Answer-To-Fucking-Everything!
Deidara: We won, didn’t we? How about you thank me instead of complaining? And anyway it’s your fault, hm; I told you not to stand too close to me!
Tobi: *picks up one of Hidan’s arms and shoves it into the hole in his chest* Ha ha, look! Hidan’s punching a hole right through Tobi!
Hidan: Stop that, you creepy weirdo! And Deidara hurry and find the rest of me before some animal runs off with my dick or something!
Deidara: Yeah, yeah; give me a break, I can only move so fast, hm. I’m missing my left arm!
Hidan: Aww poor fuckin’ you! Guess you can’t jerk off anymore eh?
Deidara: Shut up! Before I take that ugly head of yours and throw it in a garbage can!
Kakuzu, walking up with Sasori: Enough!
Sasori, to Deidara: Found your arm, brat. I’m disappointed; I JUST told you this morning to take it easy! I —
Tobi: *walks up behind Sasori, pulls off his head, and puts Hidan’s head on Sasori’s body* Look! Tobi made a new puppet!
Sasori’s head: For God’s sake, get his bloody mess off of my beautiful body! I just polished myself this morning!
Hidan: Get me offa here before blondie tries to fuck me or something!
Kakuzu, walking around picking up Hidan’s body parts: Stop messing around and help me; Zetsu’s coming and he’s been going on about how hungry he is! If he sees all this free meat on the ground Hidan’s never getting put back together!
Deidara, putting Sasori’s head back with his remaining arm: Just let him eat Hidan’s brain, hm. It’s not like he uses it …
Hidan: Oh just wait until I’m back together, kid. I’m beating your ass!
Deidara: Oh yeah?! Well —
*everyone continues to argue and yell while collecting scattered body parts*
The two nin hiding behind the trees:
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Taro Okamoto
Exhibition at the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum
Taro Okamoto was a prolific avant-garde artist, a trickster who forged his own path and encouraged others to do the same with his famous exclamation-cum-exhortation "art is an explosion". Completely modern in his output, he nonetheless had a deep respect for elements of traditional Japanese culture (Okinawan) and pre-historic art (Japanese Jōmon, Pre-Columbian in Mexico),which formed a basis for his practice and theorizing, for he also wrote on art a great deal, particularly focused on promoting a modern Japanese aesthetic unshackled from the wabi-sabi conventions he felt had dominated Japanese artistic creation for too long. He produced a wide variety of work in different media and placed a great deal of importance on public art.
This exhibition at the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum in Ueno was well mounted, the works appearing on the first of three floors in particular being very effectively presented brightly spot lit against black walls and dark carpet, which made his bold, colorful canvases really burst forth. The second and third floors took a more historical and chronological approach, ending with his last canvases in the early 1990's, including one unfinished work. The famous gigantic Myth of Tomorrow mural, painted then somehow "lost" in Mexico City in 1967, then rediscovered in Mexico 30 years later, then restored and mounted in Shibuya station in Tokyo in 2008, is represented by a large scale painted sketch. There are also a few films, one on the making of the famous Tower of the Sun for the 1970 World Expo in Osaka (and there are a couple of models of it as well), and extensive slide shows of photographs he took while researching Okinawan and pre-Columbian arts and culture.
As is often the case, while the sections had good English introductions along with the Japanese, the exhibition texts on the placards accompanying most works were exclusively in Japanese. Yes, this is Japan, and yes, if you attend a comparable exhibition in the United States or the UK, for example, there will not be Japanese explanation anywhere, but English is an international language and particularly for an artist with a global outlook like Okamoto's, one might hope for more English for the exhibition texts. Given that the museum is pretty undeniably overstaffed, with dark-suited individuals standing around doing nothing more than holding a sign or making an unnecessary announcement that someone else is also making 10 yards away (a very common sight here), some of the money used for excess staff could be used to pay a proper translator to do all of the explanatory texts (I don't want to take anyone's [part-time, contract work] job away, but the number of people is pretty ridiculous at some of these institutions). To their credit, they allowed photography, which is very often not the case at large Japanese museums.
Okamoto sold little work during his career, partly because he was in a position which made sales unnecessary, but also because he wanted to have available for display as much of his work as possible, rather than having it secreted away in the homes of collectors. Somewhat ironically for a resolutely non-commercial artist, the gift shop was larger and had a wider range of goods than I think I have ever seen at an exhibition of similar size. I assume the proceeds at least in part go the foundations running the two permanent museums housing his work in the area.
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Me from 9 years ago have been raving about this man on fb so i drew him for past me uwu sometimes you gotta give your past a little gift i was doing my best so i get a little explody anime guy as a treat
Is there even still an active fandom for the akatsuki? Gosh i remembered gravitating toward deidara before getting to him in the show and when i finally did get to his episode appearance i screamed and then sat in the family computer chair all embarrassed for being cringy lol
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Here is my offering to the fabulous @spoop-geist
for the @akatsuki-gift-exchange. I really hope you like it and it was a lot of fun to write these two! ^^
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The reason I fear eternity is not because something will last forever.
It's because I'm afraid I'll cling to her out of habit and then it all ends at the least expected moment. Being forgotten.
Eternity is cruel and forces us to blindly trust a supposedly immortal beauty. Where no one can assure us that it will last forever, hanging our trust from a thread that ties us to something not so sure.
Maybe it's cowardice I feel, but I can't think of what lies beyond a near end. It comforts me more to think that there is a quick and short conclusion of time, something ephemeral that will not last forever, to value it whenever I can.
Beauty is in that moment that I will never see again.
It makes me feel sure that I am not going to get my hopes up with a lie.
Because nothing lasts forever...
—Deidara
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